Thursday, August 10, 2017

Morning with Magda

The dead zone in the Gulf of Mexico 
has grown to the size of New Jersey.
You imagine it as a hovering brown smear 
that burps neon green bubbles 
of phytoplankton rot.
The water along the edge 
churns thickly with the current,
a clear line between
business as usual
and suffocation. 

Your stir cream into your coffee.
The synthetic hazelnut flavor
coats your tongue
bitter and sharp. 
Cat hair brambles gather
at the edge of the kitchen table. 
You are not sure 
if you are doing any of this right,
if you are choking
in the brown/neon green slick
or if you are just wide awake. 



Written for my Out of Standard prompt at Real Toads: write about something you can't completely see. Here I am exploring...well, can you guess, do you get it?? :) 

15 comments:

  1. Interesting write...sounds like toxic patches on both gulf and tongue are spreading!

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  2. After the coffee, things sort themselves out into far and near.
    Thanks for dropping by to read mine Isadora

    Much love...

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  3. Beware that dead zone but don't mess with the coffee. I have mine made and will push the "On" button on the way to the bathroom. Thank you for this nice prompt, I love writing for it (but I didn't do it justice). My Vicodin has just kicked in and I should write another but I have a dentist appointment in the morning and need some sleep first. Going to have the tooth ache cured.
    ..

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  4. Worrying, that dead zone. A great description of:
    'hovering brown smear
    that burps neon green bubbles
    of phytoplankton rot'
    and I love the phrase:
    'a clear line between
    business as usual
    and suffocation'.
    You're quite right, Isadora - I am not sure...

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  5. I've been wanting to write about that dead zone, so glad you did. And in a way that makes it personal and intimate, finding it at home and finishing.

    You are not sure
    if you are doing any of this right,
    if you are choking
    in the brown/neon green slick
    or if you are just wide awake.

    How can we know, these days? Wonderful response to the challenge, and thanks for it --

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  6. Ugh! I hate to think of dead zones, awful human-made stains on the environment. Somehow your poem reminds us that these are never as far away as we think - and our synthetic worlds are to blame.. that cloying flavour adhering to the teeth really drove it all home for me. Your technique continues to inspire e, Izy.

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  7. "a clear line between
    business as usual
    and suffocation." That's where we live today

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  8. A powerful and thought provoking poem Isadora. There is so much change in this world that needs to happen, and there is so much we are not sure about. You have stirred up much to think about in these beautifully put lines.

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  9. I love the juxtaposition of ecological disaster and one sitting at one's table, stirring cream into coffee. This is exactly where we are right now. Wow!

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  10. The dead zone...it brings to mind so many images of dead, no growth. It is such a scary world we live in. It is hard to be serene. The ersatz creamer for the coffee is a great addition to this poem.

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  11. Yes, that nails the helplessness of our lives at this moment,and the chaos we try to order, either through small acts of personal comfort, or completely embracing a fog of ignorance, so that everything external is held at a distance...yet it coats the tongue regardless. This was a great challenge, Izy.

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  12. I just heard about that dead zone...I thought they were talking about cell service, shows where my brain is at. Hard to know, sometimes, the dividing line between sleep and wakefulness, awareness and obliteration. 'Nother cup?

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  13. "neon green bubbles
    of phytoplankton rot"

    I swear I just smelled that image.

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  14. There are days I feel as though the entire world has become a 'dead zone.' Thanks for a beautifully composed poem.

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  15. what are we doing? We don't even use real cream in our coffee (although I did make the change to real half and half and no sugar. Now when I use artificial I can really taste it - I couldn't before.

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